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itscherryterry-again · 6 months ago
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the man the myth the balls
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pennumbra · 1 year ago
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graveyardfigure · 8 months ago
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FRANKIE!⚡️
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valeriannnn · 5 months ago
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I know little of the Keepers and their cultural norms, but I suppose it should not come as a surprise that matters of grooming and personal maintenance should carry a more pragmatic connotation for those who live in such isolation - or perhaps our friend is simply strange, regardless of his context. I must admit: it was no small comfort to me, in those frigid days heralding the twilight of the Dragonsong War, to discover that our champion did not share our Sharlayan intuition toward personal space. Our more guarded companions don't always share my gratitude for the attention, but I believe that after our long estrangement, even the coldest of hearts could not fail to be warmed by such a gesture.
Wolcred Week 2024 Day 1: Warmth | Home
ok as mentioned in the tags i didnt have time to render a complete scene for this but i found this old mspaint sketch that demonstrates the Vibe. tyagoa just walked up behind him after cleaning up from their meal
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wuntrum · 9 months ago
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when the gel ive been putting on my arms for (almost!) a year has had an actual cumulative effect ⁉️😱🤯
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bananacreamphi · 5 months ago
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New Zelda spinoff game where you play as Ganondorf except it’s a shop simulator. You can still turn into a pig monster except it’s to beat up unruly customers
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awaytobeunshaken · 6 months ago
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So by "most of the assembly" has thrown in with Ludinus they literally did mean "everyone but Astrid"
So of course when the shit hit the fan Caleb had to hide her in his favorite smut shop.
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ghostheartfelt · 1 year ago
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*:・。☆ tags: cafe cuteness (fr), regular customer au, sunshine reader, grown attachments, pervert!venom, fem!reader, first introduction, no use of y/n, she/her prns used
〔☆〕 desc: you meet eddie during morning rush hour, vv understanding man who admires your connection with your customers and dedication towards your job. eddie's hungry for chocolate (n you), you pique interest in the host and his symbiote. very calm and soft start<3 u get both povs basically cause the way i write can b confusing :)
.. ☆ next part | masterlist (tbe)
—✩ RUSH HOUR P. ⅰ ✩—
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word count — 1.7k
a/n: u get both povs basically cause the way i write can b confusing :)
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Rush hour, you thought.
Your coworkers were racing in and out of the kitchen holding platters of fresh baked muffins and pitchers of orange juice.
In the evenings, the café is quieter and calmer - in the mornings, not so much.
You turned as someone called your name and nearly jumped out of your skin.
“Can you get the back left corner table napkins and jelly packets, please? That old woman is just about ready to throw her handbag at me,” your coworker, Becc (short for Becca), had asked you while balancing dirty plates going down both of her forearms.
“Yes, yes, I can—“ you nodded, waving her off as you rushed to the check-in desk, grabbing at a few jelly packs; orange marmalade, grape, and strawberry, as well as a new pack of napkins.
You did as Becc asked, bringing the items to the old woman who indeed was clutching her blue leather snakeskin handbag. “Sorry, ma’am, we’re a bit busy this morning.”
With no reply, she snagged an orange marmalade jelly packet from your hand as you were placing them on the table, causing you to flinch at the sudden action.
You as well unpackaged the napkins and placed them in the metal stand, then fixed your apron and walked back to the front desk as the welcoming bell’s ringing filled your ears.
A male in an olive green jacket and denim jeans, a gray undershirt, and black converse made his way towards the dine-in counter where you stood behind.
He had a scruffy yet handsome face, his hair slightly unkempt but in a way that you admired him. Your cheeks slightly flushed.
“Good morning,” he nodded at you respectfully.
“Good morning,” you replied, “just a table for one?”
You picked up a menu, clutching it to your chest as your fingers trace along the plastic cover.
“Yeah,” his eyes nervously dragged around though you let it go and took it in as some sort of social anxiety.
“Right this way, sir,” you lead the way, your head turning over your shoulder to make sure he hadn’t zoned out, turning it once again at the sight of him trailing behind.
“Will this booth work for you?” you placed the menu down and he slid it over with his thumb and pointer finger.
“Oh, yeah, nice cushioning,” he laughed nervously.
“Perfect - any drinks to start you off? Perhaps an O.J, or a coffee?” you straighten your posture, your shoulders slouched awkwardly.
“Coffee sounds great, side of cream of sugar, if that’s okay?” he looked up at you.
You were a nervous wreck, and he could tell - they could tell.
“I’ll have that right out for you,” you turned and took a step, though he put his hand on your shoulder.
“Shit, sorry, just uh—can I get a chocolate muffin as soon as possible?” his lips overlapped one another as he let go, though you blinked and smiled.
“Of course, I’m sorry, I should’ve asked if you’d like anything on the side.” You bit your bottom lip with embarrassment.
The man was rather distracting, your eyes dragging over and analyzing every feature his face held. He had blue eyes with soft bags, tiresome dark circles and a muscular build. You had an oddly specific type.
“Oh, no, don’t apologize,” he scoffed with a small smile.
You smiled back and turned on the heels of your white sneakers and headed to the kitchen.
“SHE SMELT DELICIOUS,” a deep and grim voice echoed in the brunette’s mind.
“Quit smelling random people like some pervert, V,” the man whispered to himself.
“NOT RANDOM, JUST HER,”
“Well, we can’t eat her,” he bit the flesh on the inside of his cheek as he looked outside the window, his forehead in the palm of his hand.
“WE WILL NOT,” the voice snarled deeply. “GET TIRED OF CHICKENS.”
“I know, V, but you can’t just go around the city beheading random people, so for right now we need to deal with chickens.” He grunted.
“BUT THEY ARE BAD, BAD PEOPLE SHOULD SUFFER AND DIE,” the voice grew louder, irritated by his response. “WE KILL, WE SAVE!”
“Yeah, well, we kill, we also risk our lives, V.”
“SHE IS COMING,” it snarked, evading his head.
The brunette turned his head to watch you walk over to his booth, a muffin and a cup of coffee on a large round tray that you balanced on your open palm, waving at frequent customers with a tug at both corners of your lips.
“I’m sorry for the wait, sir,” you grab the plate and set it on the table along with the mug of java.
“Just call me Eddie,” he nodded as thanks, taking a bite out of the muffin.
You introduced yourself, drumming your fingers on your server book before opening it. “Did you want anything else this morning, Eddie?” You clicked your fuzzy purple pen as you spoke with a bubbly voice.
“WE LIKED THAT,” the voice boomed through his head again causing Eddie to swallow thickly.
“I think we—I’m okay,” he stammered slightly, a nervous smirk curving one corner of his mouth upward.
He was cute, your hip dropped to the side slightly. You bit your lip to suppress a smile, instead giving a small laugh.
“Just wave at me when you’re ready for your bill, okay?” you close the book and turn once again to assist another table.
“HUNGRY,”
“Alright, V, just hold on a second,” Eddie peeled back the cover on the small creamer packet, then poured it into the coffee along with two packets of sugar.
Your fingers dig into the pocket of your apron to take out a few crayons wrapped in plastic and place them on the table along with a kids menu. A small ravenette boy with curly locks and smooth dark skin smiled at you brightly as he took out the green crayon and coloured in the small dinosaurs sprinkled across the kids menu.
“Thank you,” his mother sipped her cup of hot tea, her french-tip nails clicking against the glass as she loops her finger through the handle.
“Of course, what can I start you two off with this morning?” you leaned on your toes, then met back with the ground.
“For him, I think just a small pancake—“ she gently tapped the boy’s knuckles with her thumb, then began signing in what you assumed was American sign language.
You observed closely, watching in awe as he signed back to his mother, an exciting smile never leaving his face as he signed a “thank you,” to you.
You knew a bit of signing from your highschool years, so you replied with “you’re welcome,” enthusiastically, hugging yourself to gesture an air hug.
“A pancake is fine for him, some fruit on the side?” she smiled. “Is pot roast on the menu right now, dear?”
“Yes, there’s about ten more minutes until it’s done, if that is alright with you?” you wrote down the mention of extra fruit in your book.
“As long as it’s fresh, am I right?” she let out a heartwarming laugh, earning a small giggle from you as well. “Oh, and three cornbread biscuits.”
“That’s when it’s best, and sounds great - any juice for the little one?” your eyes dragged over to him craning his neck to sip out of the plastic cup of water that was given to his mother with her tea. Your heart fluttered with baby fever.
She caught his attention once more, signing with her fingers.
“Sprite, thank you,” the mother rejoiced.
You toyed with the hem of your apron. “I’ll have it right out for you two,” you scrambled toward the kitchen.
“WHERE DID SHE GO?”
“She’s helping others,” Eddie swirled the little bit of cold coffee in the bottom of his cup, slowly adjusting himself as he watched you set down a small plastic cup with a yellow lid in front of a child, then a bowl in front of his mother.
You place a straw on the table, then walk back to the brunette who had introduced himself as “Eddie”, which you admired. It fit his face well.
“I’m so sorry for the wait, Eddie,” you smile nervously with your eyebrows pinched together as you hand him his bill and a pen.
“Hey, it’s no problem, seriously.” He took it from your hands, scanning it over. “Thank you,”
“Of course,” you quipped. “Tell me if you need anything, I’ll be back,”
“LITTLE MORSEL,” the voice purred. “WILL WE COME BACK, EDDIE?”
Yeah - yeah, we will, V. Eddie watched you leave to assist another group of people walking into the small café as he took out his wallet, setting down two twenty dollar bills for a tip and his credit card for the rest.
“WANT TO MEET HER,” it grunted.
No, we might never even see her again.
“YOU ARE A LOSER.”
You sped back over, exhaling heavily. “It’s getting busier and busier, I’m sorry for the delay of getting you out the door,”
“No need for all the apologies, seriously,” he scoffed.
“Right, sorry—“ you blinked. “The tip, Eddie, that’s so much,”
“THAT SOUNDS—“
Knock it off, perv.
“I was a journalist, that’s nothing to me,”
Your cheeks flushed, but you thanked him again and guided him to the front desk.
“Any chance you’ll be here tomorrow?”
“YES!” it boomed.
“Actually, I won’t,” you hum sadly.
“NO—“ it snarled.
“But I work every Wednesday through Saturday,” you smiled.
“Okay, good to know,”
Your heart thumped in your chest, you were frozen in place in fear of him actually having the ability to hear, which Eddie himself couldn’t - but he could.
“SHE IS NERVOUS, EDDIE,”
Of us?
“OF YOU,”
Did Eddie want to get to know you more? Or possibly were you just that good of a waitress? God, now you were really overthinking things - is that why he tipped you so much? Did he not actually pique interest in you?
“Are you alright?”
You were so captivated in thought you hadn’t even realized you were still holding the brunette’s credit card in the machine; blinking for you to take it out - you felt your ear tips heat up.
“Sorry, I space out sometimes,” you gently pulled out his credit card and handed it to him, which he grabbed with two fingers.
“Not a problem,” there was a genuine tone on his tongue that delivered you some comfort.
“Have a great day, Eddie,” you waved to him as he left the building which he warmly returned; your heart feeling a sudden loneliness as he escaped your peripheral view.
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delusinaldreamer19 · 4 months ago
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For someone who’s into black butler and writes fanfiction for it…I don’t know shit about the Victorian era 💀
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u3pxx · 4 months ago
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GOD ALMOST THERE I JUST WANT CUSTOM EMOTESSSSS
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mossy-paws · 6 months ago
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What kind of brushes do u use?
OHH IHOH I use ibis paint X so that’s where all of these brushes are coming from but- here’s my main little selection of them:
For experimental pieces and such (specifically the more anime esc style)- I tend to use this pen a lot! It’s pretty frustrating sometimes due to the nature of it but I would say it’s pretty good
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For basic pieces, I use this pen for lineart! It’s the brush you’ll see me use the most :3
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Although I don’t use it all TOO often since it’s really just reserved for either really detailed or experimental pieces, I use this brush for extra details (usually on hair)
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I’ll usually use this brush paired with the 2nd brush for coloring!
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this brush is reserved SPECIFICALLY for when I’m coloring those coroika panel draws with phighting characters LMAO, i absolutely hate using midtones in my art since it’s really time consuming and irritating to work with, so this brush is my excuse to avoid them. It can mimic midtones really nicely without having to actually lay any down- so it’s great for any kind of black and white manga type piece
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I’ve kind of graduated from it but this is my smooth lineart brush- also now generally reserved for the manga-esc pieces
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Annnnnd last but not least this is my painting/rendering brush, it’s pretty fun to work with since it mimics actually painting, so it’s a pretty good brush if you like a more rendered style!
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tonydaddingham · 1 month ago
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might as well just Move to london at this rate
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puddingvalkyrie · 1 month ago
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I think people should be summoned to retail, cleaning and other customer service jobs like it's jury duty.
You gotta work retail or clean toilets for two weeks every couple of years.
Doesn't matter what you normally do.
The person who normally does that job gets the two weeks off with full pay.
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gillipopmoji-archived · 8 months ago
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emojis requested by @inkstainedsprout 10 days ago. sorry this took so long lol, was low on motivation and then completely forgot
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aasperitas · 2 years ago
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Introducing to tumblr: Reaper & Witch au!!! quick description: Shuichi is a tea loving witch who goes around in a caravan across the land selling teas, cakes, magical plants, cool rocks and weird artefacts. Sometimes he likes coffee too though, depends on the day. He has a mysterious tragic backstory that will go unexplained for now, but he also has a weird reaper guy who follows him around to fill the silence. He too, will go unexplained. But they’re neat so I hope you appreciate some art of them. 
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hero-of-the-wolf · 20 days ago
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Your trademark is being super friendly (very friend shaped wolf), very good at making others think about fun stuff, and just generally being awesome. (Except for all the stints in Blorbo Jail but we don't talk about those, several of us would be there with you.) -@freezingwhitefire
AHA, MY PLAN TO MAKE YOU ALL BELIEVE I AM IN FACT AN ACTUAL WOLF IS WORKING /j
shsgjssgjsbs thank you 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺💙💙💙💙
hehe blorbo crimes
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